He had his eyes on something on the other side of the eggplant. He needed to investigate.
Was it the garden hell cat lounging in the peppers after dinner?
He was annoyed at something. He was annoyed that I couldn’t understand English Mastiff. For Pete’s sake. What does a dog need to do around here to be understood?
Drool bubbles were starting to fly with his aggravation. What did he want?
Did he want a game of “pull the legs off the grasshopper” with the garden hell cat? Again, no.